Writers are lonely creatures, alone to wield their craft of words. They feed off passion and lust. They are always thirsty for affection. Their involuntary muses inspire every essence of their work. Writers are tormented by unrequited love that overfills the veins of their hearts with feelings. They overanalyze the simplest of matters, misinterpreting the context of conversations and misguided in exchanges. Writers play out the plot in a story that they cannot write themselves.